Superstars of Dance, y’all. Ser-i-ous-ly.

“We not only bring you the finest dancers in the world, but we bring you their cultures as well.”

Every other judge gives some extended commentary and then says “I give you an 8.” The Chinese judge, who appears to be wearing some type of monkish robe, says “cho. 9.” “ba. 8.”

The South Africans did a Zulu dance. Terrifyingly tribal, and I don’t mean that in a good way. (Actually, I think I’ve seen better African dance, but maybe Zulu isn’t as complicated as Senegalese, or maybe having only two drummers jacked them up.)

The Argentinean judge is way melodramatic.

There are two classical Indian dancers still in the competition.

The South African judge might think he’s actually Prince.

Apparently the traditional folkdance of the US is poppin’ and lockin’ and that stuff they do on Randy Jackson Presents America’s Best Dance Crew (which, by the way, Best Dance Crew has some hella awesome dancers, who again, were all better than the ones on this show).

The host is that guy from Riverdance back in the day.

I don’t even know how to describe the Australian guy. Prison-goth inspired modern dance? He went home.

The crowd loves everybody. Except a judge who gives something under an 8.

Holy shit, someone just suggested a battle between the street dancers and the Shaolin monks, after saying she saw similar moves. I’m gonna have to tune back in for that.

So, some of these are the type of performances that usually are relatively limited to a kind of hippie egghead audience, and suddenly they are on broadcast tv in primetime.

Truly bizarre.